Have you ever felt tired, but not sleepy? Physically and mentally drained, but you’re wide awake? I’m not saying that all insomnia cases are like this; I’m not saying that everyone feels the same, but that’s how I feel... My mind, it refuses to switch off. There’s always a buzz, distant voices, chattering... Some would say that that within itself is a mental problem, but with me it’s a little different. I’m not quite sure what I am, or what, entirely, I’m capable of, but from what I can tell, and what I’ve been told by people way smarter than me, is that I’m not human. I’m what’s referred to as a ‘Pocket Entity’; cute title right? What that means is that, inside of me, where normal people have bones and organs and stuff, mine are, well, I think the term I was given was ‘displaced’ within a pocket universe. Yeah, you heard right, I’m a walking box with a whole universe inside of me. My entire physical form is an anomalous physical construct... I shouldn’t exist... Every logical sense of reasoning says I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now, but I am, and that means one of two things: Either A, I’m crazy and you’ll see me a week from now down an alley with an aluminium foil hat and ranting about space tarantulas (Which reminds me of a funny story, but that won’t help my case.) Or B, I’m telling the truth, and you’re about to hear the greatest story ever told...
Superheroes. Kids love them. Hell, some grownups love them. There was a time; I loved them too, even to the point where I had Spiderman jammies. Why am I telling you this? Perspective... Having the energy of an entire universe condensed into the space of your body has some side effects y’know? Am I a superhero? I wouldn’t say I was... Hero is a strong word after all, and I hardly think I’m the heroic type; I just try to do good things, live well, that sorta stuff. And to say super would imply superhuman, which again is a difficult one seeing as technically, I’m not human... I know, confusing, right? But anyway, back to the voices. I know, I’m not making sense, I’m scattered... I apologise, but having this pocket universe inside of me does that. It makes it difficult to focus. I’ve had time to work on it, developed tricks and exercises to block out the chatter most of the time, but it’s when I’m alone, when there’s nothing else to do and I just want to sleep, that’s when I can’t shut them up. I assume these voices are whatever life forms exist in there, maybe intelligent, maybe just beasts grunting at the stars, but when it’s the voices of a whole universe piling up at once; it’s distracting to say the least...
So you’re probably wondering how I’m not insane through lack of sleep? Or maybe you think I am and that’s why I think this is all true. Well, being host to this universe allows me to draw on the energy from it, from the life forms within it. Barely enough for them to notice though; hell, it’s probably my energy draining that makes them sleepy at night and so it keeps their balance maintained, I don’t know... But that’s kinda how my powers work too... I draw on this energy, use it in different ways. At first, I struggled just by making myself stronger, or faster, but now? I’m a little better... Strength and speed come easy now, as does healing faster. Flight? That’s the toughie... So what does this do to the life inside of me? I don’t know. I assume it’s similar to how I sustain myself, I just drain a little more than usual, that’s all... I try not to think about it otherwise, I know I’ll just worry myself with the ethics of my own existence. Still with me on this? Not running and screaming, thinking I’m a lunatic? Good, cause this where the story gets interesting...
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Craiggy.
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